[Intro:]
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Shit, sometimes man I just,
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get stressed out I be like damn yo,
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I wanna go over here and smack a nigga up
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you know what I'm sayin'
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Crime Syndicate shit though niggaz know us
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Know what I'm saying my peeps put me on
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For real... shit's fucked up yo
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You know what I'm saying religion's all good
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But where was heaven? Yo
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[Verse 1:]
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An ordinary cat from outta projects
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Since I was younger though
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Mom raised her children
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Pops dipped a long time ago
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In my mind I see flashbacks
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I had no fancy clothes
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Skinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with a snotty nose
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Even though my father neglect he pay the child support
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Hadn't seen him all these years
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I hug his ass in court
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Always saying I'm coming to get you and I be waiting to
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Holiday and birthday presents was never coming through
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'Member at the age 13 I started smoking weed
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Hangin' out wid cats that was older start to run the street
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Dropped outta high school selling drugs, impressing chics
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Spent most my cheddar on gear
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My man was buying whips
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New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz
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Flooded Virginia quick
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Cause signing work only if buying
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pressure was high as shit
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'Member when I first got hit
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I seen the iron spit
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50 cash bend in one corner bleeding where pellet hit
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My man Shawnny Hill doing strong
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Slug burnt through his lower back side
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Cracked his spine exit his arm
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Lost him twice on the hospital table
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And when he died I cried my eyes out
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I couldn't take it (damn damn)
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But the same things continued to happen
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Niggaz got bust
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I'm a kid with a grown man's mind turning corrupt
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Playing innocent infront of my elders
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I was running with them cats that be robbing to awkward (man tell 'em)
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If my name was up in any type trouble
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My moms would tell me
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Just like you brothers into some shit go get a job or something
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Just a little bum on the street
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Not working hard for nottin'
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Scratch I made whenever pumping
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I'm here to offer something
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Making sure the crib stay tight
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For real I weren't no dummy
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Simmy where you gettin' this money
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I wash a car be lying
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Saying anything 'sides drugs selling
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My sister seen me on the block
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Transact with fiends saying I'ma tell it
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Growing up was hell no doubt
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I wonder where was heaven
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[women singing in the background]
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For real though,
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Always look for that place call heaven,
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It's never there,
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I seen my man's an' 'em gets.. just get blasted
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on the block,
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Know what I'm saying?
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I go in the crib I got stains all over my shirt
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Know what I'm saying?
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And my mom's knew the type of shit I was going through
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Cause I was a project kid
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[Verse 2:]
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Now I'm a grown man
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Still It's like life dealt me the wrong hand
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Cat's that was my man be frontin'
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Or either found dead
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Sound said incarcerated just turned a new dad
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Remembering them long ten months from slengin'crack bags
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Mom put me out with the quickness
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Carry your black ass
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I'm still coming back to the crib
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Oh so you back here
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Ma I jut came to holler to see how you doing
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Nothing's changed after all these years
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Still hustle for some gear
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Smoke weed, still drink beers
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I tell you from my heart
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Yo, times I'm like yeah
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[women start singing again]
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I wonder if heaven has a place on this planet
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I'd find it right there.
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Just a kid though,
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All I wanna roll wid
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Where Was Heaven
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Wu Tang Clan |